The Monster Under the Bed

Maddy has an embarrassing secret: there’s a monster under her bed. For some reason, it has followed her from one home to the next, always there but never seen. She’s learned to live with it, but something has changed. It has set its sights on her, and its lust could very well be her undoing.

Author’s note: Best when paired with Volume 2, “The Monster in the Closet”

EXCERPT:

She bit her lip at the first pleasurable flicker of friction and closed her eyes. Getting lost in the sensation, she nearly missed the shuffling beneath her and stilled. The monster seemed…restless.

She shouldn’t speak to it. She really shouldn’t. “I can hear you under there.”

The movements stopped at the sound of her voice.

“It’s very rude to interrupt a girl when she’s taking care of herself.” She almost giggled at the absurdity of it all. “I’m sure you have a valid excuse for it.”

She didn’t expect an answer. Instead, she started to fall back into the motions of her self-pleasure, but then a deep timbre of a masculine voice, in a whimsical accent she couldn’t place, stalled her once again. “It is far more impolite to tease me. I hear your sighs. Smell your arousal. Turn off the lights and invite me out to assist you.” She was too stunned to comment. Then he added darkly, “If you dare.”

Her heart pounded. “You can speak?” Why hadn’t he done so before? All these years and he’d been silent, so there had to be more to the reason than wanting her. Nobody waited ten years without a purpose.

“You thought me uncivilized?” The monster chuckled. “That’s fair, I suppose. Once I have my hands on you, my behavior will become quite primitive.”